2 February, 2009

Awaken

patrick chalhoub

My mouth moving a mile a minute
My thoughts traveling even faster
Skipping across the universe
At the blink of an eye
Delusions turning to illusions
Confusion feeding the hallucinations
What is real?
What is not?
I grasp at reality in a moment that is fleeting
My soul and my mind, tied to a tree
Its leaves dangle helplessly in the breeze
To break free would be to awaken

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